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76 How He Did It, comic drama, I act, by John Parry 3 2 

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95 In the Wrong Clothes, farce, 1 act, 5 3 

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-sLOST \^ 

OR 

THE FRUITS OF THE GLASS 

A TEMPERANCE DRAMA, 

IN THREE ACTS. 
BY 

F. L. CUTLER, 

— AUTHOR OF — 

That Boy Sam; Hang, the Dutch J. P; The Sham Professor ; Lodgings for 
Two; The Musical Darkey; Actor and Servant; Seeing 
Bosting ; All's Well that Ends Well ; 
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With the relative positions of the performers on the stage, entrances an<) 

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LOST, OR THE FRUITS OF THE GLASS. 

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CHARACTERS. 

George Douglass, . a Drunkard. 

Mark Creighton, » a Friend. 

Poison, , a Saloon Keeper, 

Harkins, } ■ Gamblers. 

Officer, 

Carrie, Wif&of Douglass, 

Mrs. Willis, a illend in need 



Costumes Modern. 

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Time of performance — One and one half hours. 



PROPERTIES. 

Table, chairs, sewing, bottles, glasses, cigar boxes, saloon fixtures, cards, 
club, pistol, old bed quilt. 

^0T- FAYETTE WALTZ, mentioned in this play, will be sent post-paid 
for 25 cents. 



— SYNOPSIS OF INCIDENTS. — 

ACT. 1st. Scene 1st. — Home of George Douglass — the once happy family 
— i he engagement "down town" — the change and the cause ot it — a few 
plain words — love's pleading — the infernal temperance humbug—a friend— 
the situation e;one — one who practices what he preaches — the curse of 
liquor — turned from home — "heaven help me or I shall go mad." 

ACT 2nd. Scene 1st. — Street — the gamblers' plot to ruin Douglass — 
falling into the net — boon companions — on the track. Scene 2nd. — The 
gambling siloon — jolly good fellows — the game of cards— cheating — the 
•lust cent gone — spurning his bes^ friend — the blow — to jail — dividing the 
spoils — again to the rescue. Scene 3d. — Street — on the road to jail — the 
villians — the highway robbery. 

ACT 3d. Scene 1st. — Creighton 's home — effects of the encounter — the 
philanthropist — friends in counsel — the sad story — what can be done. 
Scene 2nd. — Street — the drunkard — at the foot of the ladder — a favor ask- 
ed of au old companion — the murdered landlord — the arrest — attempt at 
bribery — the friend — forgiven — too late. Scene 3d. — The miserable home — 
the drunkard's wife — the sleep that knows no waking — too late ! Too late t 
— "Carrie, have you not a word for me?" — the mauiac aad suicide. 



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Lost; or the Fruits of the Glass. 



ACT I. 

SCENE 1st. — Plain room, table c, chairs etc. Mrs. Douglass plainly but 
neatly attired, discovered at table sewing. At the rise of curtain soft, 
music. If an organ is used, Fayette Waltz played as above will be found 
very appropriate. 

Enter George Douglass, \.., takes his hat from the table, goes to R. 

Mrs Douglass, {laying down work) George, dear, don't go out to-night. 
Please don't go. 

Geo. (crossly) Pshaw. Carrie, you certainly can't expect me to be 
always tied to your apron strings. I told Smith and Harkins that I would 
foe down to-night to see them on some very particular business, and I don't 
want to disappoint them. I don't see what's come over you of late, you're 
aiot anything like you were when we were first married. Then you were 
iiappy and contented, and made all around you cheerful, but now your 
eyes are red with weeping, and you move around the house in a listless 
manner; you never go out in company, but imprison yourself in the house 
as though you were ashamed to show yourself on the street. What has 
fbrought about this change. 

Mrs D. (wiping her eyes) You say there is a change in me, George, and 
that I am not as I used to be when we were first married. It is true, there is 
a change in me, and George, is there not also a change in you, since then ? 

Geo. Certainly not, I am just as I always was. It's just your imagina- 
tion. 

MrsD. No George, it is not. When we were first married you had a 
, good position, and drew a large salary, kept regular hours, and was in a 
ifair way to become a rich and honored man. What is your situation to- 
day. (George hangs his head) Forgive me, George, but I must go on. Now 
you are out of employment, your clothes are seedy. Our money in the 
'bank has vanished ; our house and furniture are mortgaged for all they are 
worth ; we have hardly food enough for another day, and yet you ask me 
why I weep, (putting her arms around his neck) George ! George 1 Stop 
now before it is too late — before the demon of intemperance gets possession 
of you, body and soul. Oh, listen to the pleadings of your wife, who loves 
you better than life itself. May the Lord help you to see your danger and 
flee from it. George, promise me that you will never touch another drop 
of liquor. 

Geo. (pushing her roughly off) There you go again with your infernal 
temperance humbug. I tell you I won't have it. Things have come to a 
pretty pass if I can't take a social glass once in a while without being took 
to task about it. 

Mrs D. (dropping into a chair) George, don't be angry with me. (plead- 
ingly) Stay with me to-night, won't you? I get so lonesome alone. 

Geo. (angrily) No use talking, I promised to come down town, and I'm 
going, and that ends that question. But I'll come home as early as I can. 

(exit, r. 

Mrs D. Gone again. Heaven only knows where, or in what condition 
lie wili return. Oh that I h^A. the power to save him from destruction, 



4 LOST ; OR THE FRUITS OF THE GLASS. 

that I could make him Bee his danger. How I dread to have him leave me, 
knowing as I do the cause. Heaven help me to bear my burden. 

(drops her head in her hands and weeps 

Enter Mrs. Willis, R., neatly attired, shawl over her head and knitting in her 
hand — she stops astonished. 

Mrs Willis. Why, ray dear Carrie, what in the world is the matter, you 
look as though you had lost your best friend. 

Mrs D. {drying her eyes) Mrs. Willis I have, or rather he is being tak- 
en from me by inches. But take a seat. 

Mrs W. (sits) I don't understand you. But where is Mr. Douglass, I 
did not see him at the store to-day. 

Mrs D. Mr. Willis did you not know that— George was— discharged 
from the— store — several weeks ago— for (weeps. 

Mrs W. My dear friend, forgive me for causing you pain. I didn't 
think — I am so sorry. 

Mrs D. You were not in the least to blame in saying what you did. My 
dear friend you spoke to me once in a friendly way about my husband, 
and I made light of the matter at the time ; but your prophecy has come 
true, George is not the man he used to be, he is in the toils and will not lift 
a hand to save himself. I have tried to plead with him but he will not 
listen to me. 

Enter Creighton, r., not seen by others, 

that he had some good true friend to advise him, who would bear with 
him and endeavor to lead him back to the paths of temperance. 

Creigh. (advancing) Mrs. Douglass, excuse me, I came in without 
knocking and unintentionally overheard your last remarks, and I will say 
that I came here this evening in order to converse with your husband 
about what I surmise you were speaking of a3 I came in. But I infer from 
your remarks that Mr. Douglass is not at home. Can you tell where I will 
be likely to find him. 

Mrs t>. How I wish I could tell you. (covers her face 

Creigh. My dear Mrs. Douglass be not so despondent, be hopeful, all 
will come right yet; George will see his danger before it is too late, and 
change his ways. Look to the Giver of all good for assistance in, this, your 
dark hour, and he will give you light. 

Mrs D. (rising, and clasping his hand in both of hers) Mr. Creighton how 
your words cheer me. If George will but listen to you all may yet be well. 

1 wish he was here. But where is he? (turns away 

Creigh. Keep up your spirits, Mrs. Douglass, I am going out in search 
of him, and hope to soon return with him in my company. And then we 
will see if we can't open his eyes to his position. (exit, R. 

Mrs W. (laying down her knitting) if there ever was a christian in this 
world Mark Creighton is one. What a worker he is. It seems as though 
he never sleeps, he is always on the alert to do whatever good he may. 
But yesterday my husband saw him supporting a poor drunkard, and try- 
ing to get him to his home. 

Mrs D. He is truly a good man, and may God bless him and speed 
him on his present errand. 

Mrs W. If it is possible for man to succeed he will, (rising) Well, I 
must be going back, Mr. Willis will be home soon and be wanting his sup- 
per. I'll drop in and see you again soon. 

Mrs D. Do, you are ever welcome, [exit Mrs. Willis, R., Mrs. D. bow- 
ing her head on her hands'] But two short years ago, how happy I was. 
What a change. My husband, whom I loved and trusted — a drunkard. 
Our property all gone to satisfy the cravings of that awful appetite, that is 
devouring its victim by inches. Oh I Heavenly Father, give me strength 
to bear my cross. - i-—.^- ' 



LOST j OR THE FRUITS OF THE GLASS. * 

Enter Officer, r. 

Officer. Excuse me, madam, but business is business, even if it is rather 
late in the evening. 

Mrs D. [rising'] Whatever your business is, will you please to state it. 

Offi. Certninly. [takes papers from pocket, reads. — First strain of musib 
—Fayette Waltz — very soft and repeated till end of act] By virtue of a cer- 
tain mottgage given by George Douglass to David Watton, which is due 
and unpaid, I command you to vacate these premises within twenty- four 
hours, [places papers back in pocket] Good evening, madam. [exit, R. 

Mrs D. [placing her hand to forehead] Heaven help me or I shaU go mad. 
[Staggers, falls on her knees beside a chair. Bows her head in her hands 

END OP ACT I. 



ACT II. 

SCENE I.— Street, 1st grooves. 
Enter Smith and Harkins, R. 

Smith. I guess from appearances our "pigeon" ij going to fail us to- 
night. 

Har. Well, it isn't of much consequence anyway, for we have him 
about "plucked." 

Smith. That's all true enough, but he sold some more of his furniture 
yesterday and got hold of some more money. And we want it, you know, 
ha, ha. 

liar. What a fool the man is, he has run through with about everything 
he had, turned it into money and then spent it for drink. That is, what 
we haven't got. But hist, here he comes now. 

Enter George, l. 

Smith. Hallo, old boy. [slaps him on the shoulder] How do you find 
yourself by this time. 

Geo. Oh about the same, but most awful dry. Lets go down to Poison's 
and try some of that old Jamaica, what do you say. 

Smith. Oh you sly dog, Jamaica indeed. Just as though I didn't know 
what you want to go down there for, ha, ha. You want revenge. 

Har. Of course he does, and its perfectly right he should have it, for 
one gentleman shouldn't take advantage of another's bad luck. Of course 
the luck's bound to change, and I don't expect to be able to hold my own 
with Douglass in the end ; but as long as I have a nickle left I propose to 
do the square thing. Well, lets go down to Poisons, {all link arms, exit u. 

Enter Creighton, r. 

Creigk. (c.) Can it be possible that intelligent men and woman can 
witness, day after day, scenes such as I have seen this evening, and still 
allow this accursed liquor traffic to go on. What a total wreck George 
Douglass must be ! Can it be possible that man can in so short a time sink 
so low. And his wife, God help her in her anguish, how I pity her. Young 
and beautiful, and but a short time ago bo happy, no wonder the poor soul 
>ia broken hearted. But J must continue my search fqr her husband. 

{exit, l. 



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SCENE II.— -Saloon interior, 3d groove*, table l. c, bar E. Shelves with 
bottles and glasses. Pol-son behind bar reading newspaper. 

Enter Smith. Harkins and Geo>g ' — Gecr^ e drunk. 

r Geo. (going to bar) How-dy do old boy, give us your flipper, (shake 
\h,ands) You're a jolly old dog. 'Aint you going to treat, you— hie— see 
'•we only stopped five or six times comin' down, an I'm — hie — mos' awful 
I dry — goin' to set 'em up. 

! Pol. Certainly, (takes down bottle and glasses) Come up, boys, and 
have something. (all drink, George a full glass, others but little 

} Geo. That makes me feel better. 

' Smith. Harkins, it won't do for us to have anything to do with Douglass 
to-night, he's feeling too good. 

i Mar. That's about what I think. But then 

\ Geo. No you don't, you — hie — don't come tbat on me. Where's the 
cards, (staggers to table, l., sits with back to door) Come on you fellars, 
'don't— hie — try to play the sneak, if you — hie— do you've got to fight 

(Poison takes cards to table, goes back to bar and reads 
Smith. Well, Harkins, he's bound to have satisfaction, and we might as 
well give in. 

1 Har. Well come on. (sits at George's right, Smith opposite, Harkins 
shuffles cards) Come, cut for deal. (places pack on table, all cut 

Geo. Its my deal, (gives hands) What is it — hie— straight or draw, 
i Smith. Straight by all means, (all look at their hands) I pass. 

Har. I'll go a quarter on my hand. (puts down money 

Geo. That's what talks. I'll see your little quarter, and— hie — go a 
quarter better. (Smith changes one or two cards) What do you do, Smith ? 

(Smith throws down his hand 
$ Har. I see you and raise it a half. 
jv Geo. I'm with yon — hie — how much you raise it, eh? 
§ Smith. Only a half. 

r Geo. Weil, here we go. (takes money from pocket, throws it on table) 
Talk to that — hie — there's my pile. Now where's your grit. 

Enter Creighton, l., discovers George, advances, lays his hand on his shoulder 

H Creigh. George, in the name of Heaven, have you gone crazy ? 

Geo. (not recognizing him) Easy there, pard — hie — what you mean by 
being so — hie— familiar. Better look a little out, yer foolin' with the 
wrong chicken, (to Harkins) Dy ye see my little pile— hie — what ye do. 

Creigh. George, for your own sake listen to me, don't push away your 
best friend. Put up your money and come with me. 

Geo. (angrily) That's enough of your chin music— hie — if you don't 
want your eyes dressed in mournin'. What do you do, Harkins ? 

Creiah. My friend, do hear me, I am talking to you for your iwn good. 
Won't you listen. 

Geo. ( Very angry) Listen nothin'. Who the— hie— devil cares for you, 
I don't, and I— hie— don't want any more of your foolishness. 

Enter Officer, l. 

I Creigh. George, George, think of your poor— 

As Creighton begins to speak, Douglass, very angry, throws down his cards, 
rises and strikes him, Creighton fails, Officer seizes George by collar. 

Offi. No you don't, my hearty, I guess I'll take charge of you. I arrest 
you for disturbing the peace. 

Douglass starts, Uoks at Creighton; recognizes him; places hand to his fore- 
head; drops into a chair ; groans. 



LOST; OR THE FRUITS OF THE GLASS. 7 

Geo. Oh, what have I done ! 

Offi. You've done enough to keep you out of mischief for some time to 
come, that's certain. But come, I must take you with me. 

(pulls George to his feet, both exit, l. 

Smith and Harkins divide the money on the table; Smith touches Harkins oi. 
the arm, and points with other hand at Creighton; Harkins nods his head^ 
both look at Poison who shakes his head dubiously. 

Pol. 'Twon't do here boys. 

Greighton shows signs of recovering ; groans; raises to a sitting posture, rubs 
his head then looks around. 

Creigh. Where am I — Oh, I remember, (starts to his feet) Oh! George, 
George! (looks around) But where is he, I don't see him. 
Smith. If you allude to Douglas, I guess he's gone home. 
Creigh. Thank Heaven for that, its something to get him out of this foul 
den of iniquity. (seises his hat, and exit l. 

Smith and Harkins go to the bar, Poison hands down bottle and glasses, all 
drink, Poison hands Smith club, Harkins and Smith exit L., Poison re- 
sumes Ms reading. 

SCENE III.— Street as before. Stage dark. 

Enter Officer, a., dragging Douglass. 

Cffi. Come along, my covey, no use to hang back, you've got to go. 

(exit, l., dragging George 

Enter Creighton, R., walking slowly, holding hand to his head. 

Creigh. (stopping, c.) How my head aches after that unkind blow. I 
am almost blind, but I must try and overtake Douglass before he reaches 
home, for in the condition he is in there is no telling what might happen. 

Enter Smith and Harkins, R., Smith with club, Smith motions Harkins back, 
ivhile he tip-toes up behind Creighton, raises club to strike, is discovered by 
Creighton. 

Creigh. (frightened) Murder! Thieves! Help! Police! Police! 

Smith strikes him, Creighton falls, Harkins runs to him and searches his 
pockets, Smith stands with club ready. Tableau. 

END OP ACT II. 



ACT III. 

SCENE 1. — A sitting room well furnished, chairs, table, etc. Creighton dis- 
covered at table reading. 

Creigh. (laying down his paper and pressing his hand to his forehead) It 
is surprising how long my head continues to hurt me. The villian struok 
me a terrible blow. I should be thankful I am still alive. The scoundrels 
evidently intended to murder me in cold blood, but for the timely appear- 
ance of the police. Well, the one called Smith will have plenty of time in 
serving out his ten year's sentence to repent of his misdeeds, and hereafter 
lead a different life. But the one that escaped, Harkins I believe he was 
called, I honestly believe was the worst rascal of the two. Well, it is but 



8 LOST; OR THE FRUITS OF THE GLASS. 

a matter of time, he will get his just dues sooner or later. And George 
Douglass, I must get out soon and see if I can find him. I refused to appear 
against him in court and he was discharged, and I have not heard of him 
since, {knock at door l.) Come in. 

Enter Mrs. Willis, L. 

Creigh. My dear Mrs. Willis you are just the person I wished to see 
most. Have a chair. 

Mrs W. Thank you, Mr. Creighton, but I have not time to stay. I 
have just come from the bedside of poor Mrs. Douglass, who is laying very 
sick in a miserable room just a few doors below here. She does nothing 
but moan and call her husband's name. 

Creigh. What, so sick, and her husband not with her ? Where is he ? 

Mrs W. No one seems to know. I have been with Mrs. Douglass for 
the last twenty-lour hours and he has not been home during that time. 
You see since they were ejected from their home George Douglass has went 
down hill faster than ever, and his poor wife has been left all alone. 
Her grief, and the lack of proper nourishment, has undoubtedly been the 
cause of her illness. But, Mr. Creighton, are you able to go out ? 

Creigh. Why do you ask that question? If there is anything you want 
done, and I know from your looks and actions there is, what is it ? Speak 
quickly ! 

Mrs W. I knew you had not recovered from your recent injuries, but I 
did not know who else to go to, and the poor woman keep calling in such 
pitiful tones for George, that I — thought that 

Creigh. (quickly") You thought I would find him and bring him home, 
and you thought right, I will, [seizes his hat) I suppose you will return to 
Mrs. Douglass ? 

Mrs W. Most assuredly, I shall not leave her until there is a change 
for the better, or until she is out of her misery. 

Creigh. You think her recovery doubtful ? 

Mrs W. I do. But had we not better be going? 

Creigh. By all means. (they exit, l. 



SCENE IT,— Street. George raggedly dressed, enters l. 
Enter Harkins, r., is crossing quickly when he is seized by George. 

Geo. Hello, old boy, how dy do. What's the hurry ? 

Har. (getting loose) Don't bother me, I'm in a hurry ! (starts off 

Geo. (catching him again) Say, old friend, I'm nearly dead for a good 
drink. Lend me a half a dollar, just for luck you know. 

Har. Come, Douglass, if you are a friend to me 'oose your hold. It's a 
matter of life and death with me. 

Geo. Why, what's up? I never saw you in such a flurry before. What's 
happened ? 

Har. Douglass, you will not betray me ? 

Geo. Of course I won't, I never go back on a friend. Wha 's the 
trouble ? 

Har. Poison and I had some words a few minutes ago, and we both got 
angry, (starts) What was that? 

Geo. Nothing. Your nervous. Well ? 

Har. And he struck me, and I— I— shot him. I then ran down this 
street, thinking to escape, when you stopped me. But I must go now, for 
the officers are on my track ere this. They have been watching for mo 
ever since Smith was caught. 



LOST ; OR THE FRUITS OF THE GLASS. 9 

Enter Officer, b., is discovered by Harkins, who starts hastily of, L. 

Offi. (presenting pistol) Stop where you are. Don't move a finger or 
you're a dead man. (advance* to Harkins, who stands trembling, lays his 
hand on his shoulder) John Harkins I arrest you for murder. 

Har. (frightened) I — I didn't do it, it's all a mistake. Who's killed? 

Offi. Oh that's all very fine. But to better enlighten you, I wiM repeat 
that I arrest you for murdering Poison, the saloon keeper, in cold blood. 

Har. I — I — done it in self defense. 

Offi. That remains to be proved. Well, come along, I must take you to 
headquaiters. 

Har. Officer, are you a poor man ? 

Offi. I am. But why do you ask ? 

Har. (takes out pocket-book) Here is money enough to make you inde- 
pendent for the rest of your days. Take it and let me escape. 

Off. Put up your money. Though poor I hope I am honest, at least, in 
doing what I know to be my duty as an officer. So come along. 

(takes Harkins by collar and leads him off, B. 

Geo. Can it be possible, Harkins a murderer, Smith in thejpenitentiary, 
Poison dead. Well, well, what next ! (yawns) I wish I had a drink, or 
something to ease this awful headache. 

Enter Creighton, L. 

Geo. (discovering him — aside)' Oh heavens, Mark Creighton here. How 
can I look him in the face. The truest friend I ever had, and to whose 
pleadings I have always turned a deaf ear, and when maddened by liquor 
I struck him a foul blow, even then he refused to have me prosecuted. 
What brings him here. Has he repented of being so lenient, and has he 
come to send me to keep company with Smith and Harkins? 

Creigh. (advancing) George, my friend, do not shrink away from me, 
I wish to talk to you on a subject that should deeply interest you, if you 
will listen to me. 

Geo. Do you still call me friend after all that has happened? 

Creigh. Certainly I do, George. All you have done to me you have dona 
when you were maddened by that damning poison, and I bear you no ill 
will. I am as deeply interested in you as ever. 

Geo. And you forgive mo, Mark Creighton ? And is it possible that 
you still have hopes of saving me from a drunkard's grave ? 

Creigh. George, you need not ask my forgiveness, for I have nothing to 
forgive. I still have hopes for you, and always have had. 1 have thought 
you would see your error aud change your ways before it was too late, and 
I think you are getting your eyes opened to your position. You have dis- 
covered that you are standing on the brink of an a,wful precipice, but you 
have hardly the courage to turn back. Am I not right? 

Geo. (much affected) You are! you are! To late I see my folly ! Oh, 
that I had the last few years of my life to live over. But it is too late! 

Creigh. No my friend, it is never to late to repent. But we are loosing 
too much time. George, I want you to go with me to your home. 

Geo. Home! Oh, the hollow mockery of the word! Home ! Once I 
had a home and a fond wife, but where is that home, and how have I 
treated that loving companion. Oh, that I had never tasted the hellish 
poison ! 

Creigh. George, that wife who still loves you, and who has borne with 
you through everything, is ill and wishes to see you. 

Geo. Carrie sick ? ■ How long has stie been so — speak. 

Creigh. My friend, try and compose yourself. She has been sick several 
days, 

Geo. And I have not been near her. Brute that I am. My sins are too 
deep for repentance to cleanse. 



j 10 LOST; OR THE FRUITS OP THE GLASS. 

Creigk. George, the worst sinner will be forgiven if he will only repent. 
Friend, your wife is very sick, in fact, her recovery is doubtful, but if she 
can be cured I believe you can cure her. But let her know that you have 
determined to blot the last few years of your life from existance, and you 
will do her more good than all the doctor's medicine in the world. Will 
you do this ? 

Geo. (seizing Creighton by the hand) My friend, I will! 
r-Creigh. {raising his eyes) Father in Heaven I thank thee. 

(takes George by the arm and exit, R. 

SCENE III. — Cottage interior, ail the furniture of poor quality, bed stand- 
ing diagonally across r. h. corner back, head of bed front; ricketty table, 
c, ckair r. v., another at foot of bed, Mrs. Douglass in bed, Mrs. Willis 

■ seated in chair at foot of bed weeping. _ 

Enter Creighton and George, l., George stops, Creighton advances. 

Creigh. "Well, Mrs. Willis, how is our patient by this time? 

Mrs. Willis discovers Crtifhton and George, shakes her head slowly and raises 
her hand with a warning gesture. 

i Creigh. (softly) Oh, asleep ! ' 

Mrs W» (much affected) Yes, she is sleeping the sleep that knows no 
waking. (drops her head in her hands and weeps 

1 Creigh. What. It cannot be! (runs to bed, touches her check with his 
\hand,' starts back, clasps his hands in agony, looks again at Mrs. Douglass, 
\then at Douglass, who has been standing quietfy, I,., the » puts his hand to his 
forehead, staggers, drops into a chair r. f.) Too late ! Too late! 

(bows his head in sorroio- —soft music till curtain 
Geo. (advancing) My friends, what mean those silent gestures, and 
'this sudden grief? ' (hesitates) Why do you not speak ? Carrie, have you 
;iiot a word for me? (goes to bed) Carrie ! (looks closer) Merciiul Heaven ! 
:Do my eyes deceive me ? Carrie! Carrie! why do you not speak, (touches 
her, staggers back) Dead! Dead! And I her murderer! Oh, rum! ac- 
cursed rum, see your work! Oh, viilian that I am, to have suffered the 
truest heart that ever beat in woman's breast to die thus, in misery and 
wretchedness. If I had my just dues the lowest depths of hell would be 
my portion, (starts) But look, the hellish demons are approaching to 
claim me for their victim. See! They take upon themselves the form of 
serpents, and wind me in their slimy folds — I choke — (throws his arms 
wildly about) Back, fiends ! I will escape you yet ! 

(shoots himself, falls and dies 

CURTAIN. . 



NE W MILITA R Y ALLS Q OR T. 



Xlie Spy or Atlanta. 

A grand military allegory in 6 acts, by A. D Ames and C. Q. 
Bartley, 14 male, 3 female characters, with as many supernumary 
ladies and gents as the stage may afford room for. This great play 
is founded on incidents which actually occured during the war of 
the Rebellion — it introduces Ohio's brave and gallant McPherso^^- 
the actual manner of his capture and death is shown. It abounds 
with the most beautiful tableaux, drill, marches, scenes upon the 
battle field, in Andersonville, etc., and is pronounced by the press 
and public, the most successful military play ever produced. G. A. 
R. Posts, Military Companies and other organizations, who may 
wish something which will draw, should produce it. It may not be 
out of place to add that this play with the incidents of the death of 
the gallant McPherson, was written with the full consent of the 
General's brother, R. B. McPherson, shace dead, who fully approved 
»f it. Below will be found a synopsis of incident, etc. 

SYNOPSIS OF INCIDENTS. 

ACT 1st. Home of Farmer Dalton. "don't talk politics." The dinner hour. 
News from Fort Sumpter, and call for 75,009 men. Quarrel of old friends. 
"They hung traitors in former times." Oath of vengeance. The patriotic 
Dutchman. His wonderful story. Husband and wife. "Go, and may God 
bless you." Little Willie. "Dot dog." The Dutchman organizes a compa- 
ny. Parting of lovers, and "parting for ever." "Country first and love 
afterwards." Schneider, the Dutchman, and his new company. He means 
business and shows his "poys" that he understands military business. En- 
listing. Schneider and his company sign the rolls. The Daltons. "Hus- 
band, must you go ?" Duty. Little Willifc. "Please, mother, may I go?" 
Presentation of the flag. Parting of loved ones. 

ACT 2nd. Camp by night. The letter from home. Army duties. Songs 
and merrimen t. "Tenting on the old camp ground." Inspection of the 
regiment. Generals McPherson and Sherman. News from Atlanta. A 
brave man required. The dangerous mission. Promise of promotion given 
by McPherson. Departure of the spy. The Confederate camp. Capt. St. 
Clair's soliloquy. Plotting. Pete. The old Negro is used rather roughly. 
Father and son. The man who stutters so badly. The discovery. "A spy." 
"Do your worst, you cowardly traitor." Pete makes himself useful. "No 
chance of life." Thrilling tableau and capture of St. Clair. Escape of St. 
Clair. The pursuit. Generals McPherson and Sherman. News from the 
front, McPherson preparing for battle. Firing on the left. "I must at once 
ascertain the cause." The rebel squad. McPherson's danger. "Halt and 
surrender." The fatal shot. "It is General McPherson ; you have killed 
the best man in the Union Army." 

Act 3d. Return of the spy. Sherman hears of the death of his friend. The 
enemy's lines in motion. The long roll and general engagement. 

Ac*4th. Battlefield by night. "Water 1 I am dying for the want of water." 
Little Willie. The traitor foreiven. Edwin and Willie are made prisoners. 
The discovery, and renewal of the oath of vengeance. 

Act 5th. Andersonville with all its horrors . Hope of being exchanged. The 
last crust of bread. St. Clair informs Edwin of the arrival of his wife. 
Fears of insanity, and prayers to God for reason to know her. The maniac. 
"Oh, brother, don't you know me? I am your brother Willie." Maud ar- 
rives. Terror on beholding her husband. "He must know me." The pic- 
ture. The recognition of the picture, and "you are — no I can not be wrong, 
you are Maud, my wife, thank God." Villainy of St. Clair. The cry for 
bread. Bravery of Willie. The fatal shot, and death of the brave boy. 
Madness. The curse. "Boys, let us pray that this may soon end." The 
rescue. 

Act 6th. News of the surrender of Lee. The new love. The vacant ehair. 
Happiness of Pete. Return of the boys, and joyful meeting of loved ones. 
Bummer's march, and beautiful tableau. 



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5 An entirely new mid original Nautical and Temperance Drama, by ike A*T 
•| ateur's favorite author, W. Henri Wilkins, entitled 

THE TURN OF THE TIDE, 



OR 



WRECKED IN PORT. 



§ — * — 

tt There is no doubt but Mr. Wilkins is at this time the most popular write* 
fe of plays for Amateur Dramatic Companies in the United States, if not in the 
K world. He is the author of Rock Allen the Orphan, Three Glasses a Day, 
-e The Reward of Crime, Mother's Fool, The Coming Man, etc., all of which 
g have been produced by nearly all amateur companies in the United Statee 
8 and Canada. We take much pleasure in presenting now his latest and beat 
j^ drama as above, knowing that it will invariably suit all who purchase it. 
j The characters embrace an old man, 1st. and 2d leading men, villain, two 

* ruffians, and a 'nigger' who 19 very funny. Those who have produced 'Out 
^ in the Streets' will find 'Pepper' in this play, fully as funny as 'Pete' in 
a that. Female characters are a fault-finding old woman, leading, juvenile, 
S and a splendid comedy. The plot is simple, and yet very effective. The 
5 serious portions are balanced by the comedy ones, indeed it is the drams 
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S SYNOPSIS OF EVENTS. 

{* 

p Act First. — The fisherman's home — reminiscences of the wreck. Thegath- 

§ ering storm — Reference to the money — Entrance of the Pirate — Aunt Becky 
J - expresses her opinion of him — Pepper tells his story — The sunset gun — The 
2 storm breaks — Susie's secret — Pepper struck by lightning — A signal of dis- 
W tress on the water — Clyde's proposal — "I have the power" — Li!lian*3 secret 
5 . — "Why can't I die ! He has forfeited all claims to honor or respect, and 
"S hopelessly cast me off, yet notwithstanding all this, I love him."— Entrance 
c of Clyde, "You here 1 Begone and let your lips be sealed, or I'll cut out your 
8* quivering heart and throw it to i.he fishes who sport in yonder deep"— 

* Clyde's soliloquy "Ah, Copt. St. Morris, a fig for your gilded castles built 
=5 on air." — The pirates rob the house. 

© Act Second,— Frisky 's communings — She and Pepper have a little falling 
8 out — Pepper's pursuit of knowledge under the table— Clyde shows his colors 

* and plays his first card, "Then ray answer must be 'yes/ though it break the 
2 heart of my child." — The old man tries to drown his sorrow — Pepper goe» 
^ for clams — Entrance of Lillian, "Yes, pirate though you are, and chieftain 
8 of the hunted crew, I love you still 1 The time willcome when you will find 
g I am the truest friend you ever had." — Aunt Becky relieves herself of a few 
u ideas and Pepper gives her a few more — The old fisherman falls a victim to 
•£ Intemperance, and Aunt Becky expresses her opinion of "sich doins." — The 
33 meeting of Clyde and St. Morris — The combat — Death of Clyde, "Oh, Hea- 
| ven ! I am his wife." — Tableau. 

W Act Third. — One year later — Company expected — Pepper has a "werry 
curis" dream — Capt. St. Morris relates a story to Susie — Love-making inter- 
°a rupted by the old fisherman — His resolution to reform — Aunt Becky thinks 
£3 she is 'slurred.' — Lillian communes with her own thoughts — The Colonel ar- 
»3 rives — Pepper takes him in charge and relates a wonderful whaling story— 

* Restoration of the stolen money — "The same face, Heavens ! I cannot be 
g mistaken." "It's all out."— The Colonel finds a daughter— He tells the 
►3 story of his escape from the wreck — Old friends meet — The Colonel's propo- 
sal and acceptance. "Bress de Lawd." — Happ,y ending, with song and 
ehoru8.-~"WAiT Fob The Tuek Ov The Tide." 



AMES' PLAYS,"CO]SrTHsrUED. 



NO. M. P. 

46 Man and Wife, drama, >acts, by H. A. Webber 12 7 

91 Michael Erie, drama, 2 acts, by Egerton Wilks 8 3 

36 Miller of Dervvent Water, drama. 3 acts, by E. Fitzball 5 2 

88 Mischievous Nigger, ethiopean farce, 1 act, by C. White. ..4 2 

34 Mistletoe Bough, melo-drama, 2 acts, by C. Somerset 7 3 

69 Mother's Fool, farce, J act, by W. Heuri Wilkins 6 1 

1 Mr. & Mrs. Pringle, farce, 1 act, by Don T. De Treuba Cosio„7 2 

23 My Heart's in the Highlands, farce, 1 act, 4 3 

32 My Wile's Relations, comedietta, 1 act, by Walter Gordon. ..4 4 
90 No Cure No Pay, ethiopean farce, 1 act, by G. W. H. Griffin..3 1 

61 Not as Deaf as He Seems, ethiopean farce, 1 act, 2 

37 Not so Bad After All, comedy, 3 acts, by Wybert Reeve 6 5 

44 Obedience, comedietta, 1 act, by Hattie L. Lambla 1 2 

81 Old Phil's Birthday, drama, 2 acts, by J. P. Wooler 5 2 

33 On the Sly, farce, 1 net, by John Madison Morton 3 2 

109 Other People's Children, etho farce, 1 act, by A. N. Field 3 2 

85 Outcast's Wife, drama, 3 acts, by Colin H. Hnziewood 12 3 

83 Out on the World, drama, 3 acts, 5 4 

53 Out in the Streets, temp drama, 3 acts, by S. N. Cook 6 4 

57 Paddy Miles' Boy, irisb farce, 1 act, by James Pilgrim 5 2 

29 Painter of Ghent, play, 1 act, by Douglass Jerrold 5 2 

114 Passions, comedy, 4 acts, by F. Marmaduke Dey 8 4 

18 Poacher's Doom, domestic drama, 3 acts, by A. D. Ames 8 3 

51 Rescued, temperance drama. 2 acts, by C. II. Gilbert 5 3 

110 Reverses, domestic drama, 5 acts, hy A. Newton Field 12 6 

45 Rock Allen the Orphan, drama, 1 act, by W. Henri Wilkins..5 3 

96 Rooms to Let without Board, ethiopean farce. 1 act, 2 1 

59 Saved, temperance sketch, 1 act, by Edwin Tardy..., 2 3 

48 Sehnaps, dutch farce, 1 act, by M. A. D. Clifl'ton 1 1 

107 School, ethiopean farce, 1 act, by A. Newton Field 5 

115 S. H. A. M. Pinafore, burl'sq, 1 act, by W. Henri Wilkins. ..5 3 

55 Somebody's Nobody, farce, 1 act, by 0. A. Maltby 3 2 

94 Sixteen Thousand Years Ago. ethiopean farce, 1 act, 3 

25 Sport with a Sportsman, ethiopean farce, I act, 2 

79 Spy of Atlanta, military allegory, b* acts, by A. D. Ames... 14 3 

92 Stage Struck Darkey, ethiopean farce, 1 act, 2 "k. 

10 Stocks Up, Stocks Down, ethiopean farce, 1 act, 2 

62 Ten Nights in a Bar Room, temperance drama, 5 acts, 7 3 

64 That Boy Sam, etho farce, I act, by F. L. Cutler 3 1 

40 That Mvsterious Bundle, farce, 1 act, by H. L. Lambla 2 2 

38 The Bewitched Closet, sketch, 1 act, by H. L. Lambla 5 % 

87 The Biter Bit, comedy, 2 acts, by Barham Livius 5 2 

101 The Coming Man, farce, 1 act, by W. Henri Wilkins 3 1 

67 The False Friend, drama, 2 act, 'by Geo. S. Vautrot 6 1 

97 The Fatal Blow, melo-drama, 2 acts, by Edward Fkzball...7 1 

93 The Gentleman in Black, drama, 2 act,"W. H. Murry. 9 4 

112 The New Magdalen, drama, pro 3 acts, by A. Newton Field. ..8 3 

71 The Reward of Crime, drama, 2 acts, by W. Henri Wilkins. .3 3 

16 The Serf, tragedy, 5 acis, by 11. Talbot' 6 3 

68 The Sham Professor, farce, 1 act, by F. L. Cutler 4 

6 The Studio, ethiopean farce, 1 act, 3 

102 Turn of the Tide, temp drama, 3 acts, by W. Henri Wilkins. ..7 4 

54 The Two T. J's, farce, 1 act, by Martin Beecher 4 2 

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AMES' PLAYSr-CONTINTJED. 

NO. M. F. 

7 The Vow of the Ornnni, drama, 3 acts, by J. N. Gotthold 8 1 

28 Thirty-three next Birthday, farce*? 1 act, by M. Morton 4 2 

118 Those Awful Boys, etho farce, 1 act, by A. Newton Field 5 

63 Three Glasses a Day, teni dra' 2 acts, by "W. Henri Wilkins...4 2 

105 Through Snow and Sunshine, drama,5 acts, 6 4 

4 Twain's Dodging, e tho farce, 1 act, bv A. Newton Field 3 1 

5 When Women Weep, eom'd'ta, 1 act,'by J. N. Gotthold 3 2 

56 Wooing Under Difficulties, farce, 1 act, by J. T. Douglass. ..4 3 

41 Won at Last, comedy drama, 3 acts, bv Wybert Reeve. 7 3 

70 Which will he Marry, farce, 1 act, by Thos. E. Wilks 2 8 

58 Wrecked, temperance drama, 2 acts, by A. D. Ames 9 3 

111 Yankee Duelist, farce, 1 act, by A. Newton Field 2 2 



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